Novel & Cerita Books On Being The Other Woman

I thought about how fast she had moved for someone in heels on uneven ground. I thought about a woman who had planned everything. Who had married a man specifically for his vulnerabilities. Who had spent years building leverage. Who had documentation stored somewhere safe before she ever needed it. A woman like that did not fall off a cliff by accident. A woman like that did not do anything by accident. “She’s such an underestimated bitch “

“She's good for me.” I gave him one more look, longer this time, searching his face and weighing every unspoken thing between us, something that squeezed uncomfortably in my chest. I didn't want him hurt. Not like me. Not like what Enoch had done. People always assumed predators wore suits and broad shoulders. But now I know better. Because sometimes, they wore soft voices and pretty smiles. With delicate hands that his knives behind their backs. I swallowed, my throat tight. The world could chew a person up, twist them, ruin them, no matter their gender.

My name was Catherine Alden, and ever since I was young, I had that enviable, perfect hourglass figure everyone coveted. Back in school, countless boys had stared at my ample chest, taunting me and calling me "Sexy Cat". After marriage, I became the perfect young wife who turned every man's head on the street. However, my husband, Frederick Shaw, had turned out to be all show and no substance. In less than six months of marriage, he left me alone in an empty bed while jet-setting around the world for business.

“I don’t know Tara. Somewhere along the way, loving Kosta became more important to me than being who the goddess created me to be,” I said sadly. “I am a female alpha in my own right. I am royal, and I don’t have to apologize for being strong. I don’t have to apologize for being excellent. It is just who I am.” “Do you understand that by hiding your light from the word, you handicapped those around you? You were born to be a leader, a beacon for other female alphas to stand tall and proud.”

I wiped my nose with the back of my hand like a teenager and snapped, “Just drive.” He nodded. Probably thought I’d just had a breakup. I leaned my head against the window and shut my eyes. I am the other other woman. Not the wife. Not the girlfriend. Not the mistress. Just the in-between girl. **** I slammed the door behind me like that would shut him out too. Spoiler alert: it didn’t. The walls of my apartment felt too quiet. Too clean. Like nothing awful had happened, like my body hadn’t been used and discarded like I was a napkin at some corporate dinner. My heels hit the floor. My blouse came off like it burned.

After scanning the living room but not seeing anyone, I pushed ahead to search inside the mansion. As I passed a second-floor bedroom, I heard Lucas' sister, Jennifer Richardson's, voice from inside. "Lucas, do you really plan to keep Nanette as your mistress forever?" I froze, unconsciously holding my breath as I pressed my ear to the door. The response from inside made my nails dig deep into my palms. "In Nanette's eyes, I'll never be more important than her work." Lucas' voice carried a sense of self-mockery. "But Vivian is different. She suffered from depression because of me, and she even tried to kill herself for me.”

The vanity was cluttered with cosmetics from numerous luxury brands. The last shred of hope I had was shattered completely at the sight of a nearly empty box of condoms on the nightstand. So that was what William had been so "busy" with—building a life with another woman. I slumped onto the cold floor, buried my face in my hands, and broke down crying. I came from a poor background. Both my parents were from a rural village. I had poured everything I had into my studies just to get into a school in a big city.

“Not all women look at a man’s appearance.” Porter gave her a look. So what does she mean? His handsomeness will not work on her? Good. Because he doesn’t plan to work his handsomeness on her. “Tss. At least you’re not like other girls.” He told her. Janine looked at him. “No two women are alike.” She beamed and Porter smiled weakly. “You think so?” He asked. Janine narrowed her eyes on Porter. “Yes.” She replied.

"I've signed the papers, and I don't need the house. All I need is for you to disappear from my sight and never show up in my world again." That house was covered in the filthy marks of this woman and her disgusting lover. I wasn't going to live in that den of debauchery. But since that day onward, she never left my side. No matter where I went, she insisted on coming along, as if she was afraid I would leave if she blinked. "Give me a second chance, Gabriel. I swear I'll never hurt you again. Yes, marriage did bore me, but I never wanted to cut it off with you."